Tonight I got a call from a guy that I hadn’t spoken to since my junior year of high school. He called me up from San Diego. I wouldn’t have believed that this could be such a useful communication tool (hence me never listing it here) but believe it or not…it all came about through my MySpace account. I know, I know… "myspace is completely evil" but it has gotten me in contact with a ton of old friends. So, if you have a myspace account…holla back. We can connect and be quasi-friends…without the burden of ever having to meet or keep up to speed on each other’s lives.
In honor of my long-lost friend calling to me this evening and making me excited about having a MySpace account, I decided to post a really childish ’survey’ on here that I completed on MySpace just moments ago…
:: a survey ::
9 lasts.
Last dollar spent: Panera
Last cigarette: years ago
Last beverage: coca cola zero
Last movie: can’t remember…
Last phone call: robb freaking zindt!
Last song played: Majestic by Lincoln Brewster
Last bubble bath: my honeymoon
Last time you cried: seeing a film about africa last week
Last thing you ate: yogurt
8 have you evers.
Have you ever dated a best friend: I married her!
Have you ever skinny dipped: [not appropriate]
Have you ever kissed somebody and regretted it: yes
Have you ever lost someone you loved: yes
Have you ever been dumped: yes
Have you ever bungee jumped? no
Have you ever ran away: yes
Have you ever ate a flower: yes…and it’s eaten.
7 states you’ve been to.
1. IA
2. IL
3. MO
4. AR
5. IN
6. OH
7. KY (in order from birth…for the most part)
6 things you’ve done today:
1. devotions (reading the Word and praying)
2. got yelled at by a realtor
3. yelled at said realtor
4. accepted an apology from said realtor
5. got lost trying to get to a closing in bloomington
6. missed a closing in bloomington
5 of your favorite things, in no order.
1. God / Jesus
2. Rachel / Wife / Best Friend
3. Family
4. Creativity / Art / Music
5. Running
4 people you can tell [almost] anything to, in no order..
1. Rachel
2. Caleb
3. Dad
4. Tommie
3 things that make you smile.
1. My life with Rachel.
2. impressionist art
3. my dogs greeting me after work at the door each day
2 things you want to do before you die.
1. surfing
2. wing-suit base-jumping (seriously. check it out)
1 thing you can’t live with out.
1. coffee.
MySpace Link
Today is the day my wife turns ___.
Without a doubt, she is the most incredible woman I have ever met. (mainly because no one else could put up with me)…So, today we’re going to breakfast, and afterwards we’re going riding on some bike trails with some friends and family…then this evening, it’s over to Alexander’s for some big, beautiful steaks. Even I’m looking forward to this birthday!

I love that feeling when you wake up and it feels like your head has swollen to three times its normal size. Sort of like it’s a balloon filled with hot air…and by "hot air" I mean the gunk that makes you have to blow your nose every five minutes. Now my nose is sore from wiping it…I am buzzed with caffeine from my half-pot of coffee…and am dizzy from the box of medicine that I just swallowed… but it has me thinking on a new level of consciousness…or something like that. uugh…and I am leading worship tomorrow, too…not good.
I finished reading Elie Wiesel’s Night, just a moment ago… In the book, Wiesel chronicles his life between 1941 and 1945, from the time when he lived in Sighet, Transylvania, and how, within two years, half of his family had been murdered and he and his father were transported to the concentration camp at Auschwitz. It actually hurts to imagine life through his eyes. Watching everyone close to him be taken away through either death itself or through seperation in the many camps during the Nazi regime.
The statement he made that had the most profound impact on me wasn’t during the pages of the book. It actually comes from a speech Wiesel delivered over forty years later during the presentation of the Nobel Peace Prize, which he received on December 10, 1986. An ideal task in my life, and hopefully the lives of many others, is to fulfill these words with our lives…
"…I have tried to keep the memory alive…I have tried to fight those who would forget. Because if we forget, we are guilty, we are accomplices.
…I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation. We must take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented. Sometimes we must interfere. When human lives are endangered, when human dignity is in jeopardy, national borders and sensitivities become irrelevant. Wherever men and women are persecuted because of their race, religion, or political views, that place must—at that moment—become the center of the universe."
Yesterday I received my seventy-something email forward about immigration. They all read the same, "Would I go into their country and demand insurance / driver’s license / rights…?"
This has made me think lately about the similarities between so many reactions to immigration, and the church’s reaction to the rest of the
world (those that don’t live within its walls). Before you gripe and moan and click th eback button, this is not a political soapbox. I am not saying anything for or against those who have come from Mexico or Yugoslavia or Kenya or anywhere else… I’m not talking about the legal aspect of illegal immigration.
It has me thinking particularly because I see the same sentiment repeated again and again in emails, forwards, bulletins on MySpace, blogs and everywhere else. It is basically this: there is a way of life in America that is American, and that by allowing the other cultures to disrupt this way of life we would be losing our ability to be American.
It just seems to me that, unfortunately, over and over we get in this me-first-consumerism mindset. Everything must be about us. "If it isn’t satisfying my needs than it obviously violates some constitutional right." We end up equating that worldly mindset with God’s will… if it doesn’t come easy and it doesn’t make me happy, it must not be within God’s will. And what inevitably follows that consumerism mentality is a line of thinking that says our way is the best way.
These people live in our communities and work in our neighborhoods. We aren’t speaking of people across the country or on the border of Texas! It’s the same within the church. We act non-Christians can’t hear our judgment or that they’re somewhere miles away for someone else to worry about and evangelize. Maybe it’s time the church started showing love for others instead of contempt.
Another passage of Blue Like Jazz that really gripped me (unfortunately with guilt), is the chapter about loving others. It’s so easy to use our love and affection like money–like a commodity. We only give it out if it’s a "good investment," and if someone doesn’t seem quite right we withhold it and imagine it will make them work harder to earn it…but all it does is stir up animosity and bitterness.
All that I am saying is that we should try to learn from this cultural event and apply it to our churches. The rest of the world doesn’t speak our language, and so far we’ve been okay with that. But maybe it’s time we looked into taking that Spanish As a Second Language class… maybe we could benefit from seeing a point of view aside from our own. And maybe we could remember the value of a human being created by God.
Okay, this was kind of a soapbox. but I truly think this is a great opportunity for us as the church to learn what not to do, and to open ourselves up to uncomfortable, non-traditional new ways of thinking.